These are African rhythms
Passed down to us from the ancient spirits
Feel the spirit
A unifying force
(yeah keeping us together)
C'mon move with the spirit
Stand up
Clap your hands
Groove with the rhythm
Get down
Get off!
I guess we're all too cool to mention the obvious winner, Sex Machine?
You know girls, it's hard to find a guy
That really blows your mind
And you just dig everything he does
Like, like when he gives that great big special hug
And that oohhmmm! heavy kiss
Girls, you know the kind
The kind that's at the wrong place, at the wrong time
And it really turns you on?
Well, I had that guy
I love you
I love you
and I love you, too
and baby will you
call me
the moment
you get there?
...
Oh, the night was clear
and the moon
was yellow
and the leaves
came
tum
bling
down...
...
Say, Jim! Groooove those drums, man...
...
Hello, stranger
...
Possibly the G.O.A.T., though:
funky16corners said:
Hi everybody! I'm Archie Bell of the Drells from Houston, Texas. We don't only sing but we dance just as good as we walk!
I've been hearing that song for like thirty-some years, and the purity and depth of the goodwill in that intro remains absolutely undiminished. It's so bright and open and immediate, and it still makes me smile, and I still have to fight a slight reflex to want to look around to see where that warm voice is coming from, halfway expecting to see someone standing/dancing right there over my shoulder.
You know how there's that Proust-like questionnaire floating around (they used to use it on Inside The Actors Studio, but it came from somewhere else originally--some French magazine, I think?) where one of the questions is, "Upon arriving in heaven, what would you most like to hear God say?" People always come up with loftyish (or faux-folksy) answers, but between you and me, soulstrut, I really think my answer would be:
"I would most like to hear God welcome me with a 'Hi, everybody!' delivered in the exact manner of Archie Drell."
I am not even kidding.
(p.s.: a reggae version of this thread would be the whole banana tree.)
Say girl, why you so jive?
everytime you tell me to come 'round to you crib you know...
you don't never be at home!
and den when i finally get caught up wit'cha,
you cop an attitude and wanna come down on me.
you know that ain't too coo'.
say its kinda bad to love somebody, n'they don't love you
say girl, why you so jive?
Fella's I wonder would you mind if I talked to ya for a minute. You know, sometimes we have the tendency, or should I say we forget, what a woman needs every now and then. That is if you wanna keep your thing together. Listen to me now
"Hello, may I speak to Barbara? Barbara, this is Shirley
You might not know who I am but the reason I am calling you is because
I was going through my old man's pockets this morning
And I just happened to find your name and number"
"So woman to woman, I don't think it's being
Any more than fair to call you and let you know where I'm coming from
Now Barbara, I don't know how you're gonna take this
But whether you be cool or come out of a bag on me"
"You see it doesn't really make any difference
But it's only fair that I let you know that
The man you're in love with he's mine
From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet"
"The bed he sleeps in and every piece of food he eats
You see I make it possible
The clothes on his back, ha ha, I buy them
The car he drives, I pay the note every month"
"So I'm telling you these things to let you know
How much I love this man
And woman to woman I think you'll understand
Just how much I'll do to keep him"
Fellas, things done got too far gone.
We gotta let the girls know what they gotta do for us!
It's gotten to be a drag, man; a man can't do nothin' no more!
A-ha-ha-ha-ha!
To me, this stands above all others, it's so gangsta, i Gotta do the whole song:
I'm a hard working mannnn, I'm doing the best I cannnn
The whole Time I'm Working, you're LOVIN another MAN,
I Bought You A New Dress, Ya Said You Needed Shoes,
I gave you money to buy food for the kids, You Spent it all
On Booze.
You're a no good woman, you're a no good woman,
gonna drive me to my grave.....gonna drive me to my graaaave.
Ain't gonn be you Big Black, Aint' gonn be your Big Black Funky
Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeeee.
I came home this evening dead on my feet
You got me working 2 jobs, tryin to make ends meet.
I'm hungry as a bear, and you ain't got nuttin to eat.
And Now you want me to baby sit, while you run the street.
You're a no good woman, you're a no good woman,
Ain't gonn be you Big Black, Aint' gonn be your Big Black
Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeeee.
Ain't gonna be yo Slaaaave.
(one of the best drum breaks ever)
Ain't gonn take care of you and Geordie too
Ain't gonn take care of you and Geordie too
Ain't gonna take care of you and Geordie too
Ain't gonna take care of you and Geordie too
Comments
Passed down to us from the ancient spirits
Feel the spirit
A unifying force
(yeah keeping us together)
C'mon move with the spirit
Stand up
Clap your hands
Groove with the rhythm
Get down
Get off!
I guess we're all too cool to mention the obvious winner, Sex Machine?
"ha.. you"
Whities
Jews
Crackers,
don't worry,
if there's hell below
we all
gonna go
Tell me what's on your mind
Hey man!
You puttin' them cookie crumbs in my hair, will you please stop?
Who's this dude walking down the street lookin' like he into somethin'?
(toke)
They call him Cool.
Who?
Mr. Cool.
Oh, Jim.
That really blows your mind
And you just dig everything he does
Like, like when he gives that great big special hug
And that oohhmmm! heavy kiss
Girls, you know the kind
The kind that's at the wrong place, at the wrong time
And it really turns you on?
Well, I had that guy
...
I love you
I love you
and I love you, too
and baby will you
call me
the moment
you get there?
...
Oh, the night was clear
and the moon
was yellow
and the leaves
came
tum
bling
down...
...
Say, Jim! Groooove those drums, man...
...
Hello, stranger
...
Possibly the G.O.A.T., though:
I've been hearing that song for like thirty-some years, and the purity and depth of the goodwill in that intro remains absolutely undiminished. It's so bright and open and immediate, and it still makes me smile, and I still have to fight a slight reflex to want to look around to see where that warm voice is coming from, halfway expecting to see someone standing/dancing right there over my shoulder.
You know how there's that Proust-like questionnaire floating around (they used to use it on Inside The Actors Studio, but it came from somewhere else originally--some French magazine, I think?) where one of the questions is, "Upon arriving in heaven, what would you most like to hear God say?" People always come up with loftyish (or faux-folksy) answers, but between you and me, soulstrut, I really think my answer would be:
"I would most like to hear God welcome me with a 'Hi, everybody!' delivered in the exact manner of Archie Drell."
I am not even kidding.
(p.s.: a reggae version of this thread would be the whole banana tree.)
For my openin??? line
I might try to indicate my state of mind
or turn you on
or tell you that I???m laughin???
just to keep from cryin???
everytime you tell me to come 'round to you crib you know...
you don't never be at home!
and den when i finally get caught up wit'cha,
you cop an attitude and wanna come down on me.
you know that ain't too coo'.
say its kinda bad to love somebody, n'they don't love you
say girl, why you so jive?
You might not know who I am but the reason I am calling you is because
I was going through my old man's pockets this morning
And I just happened to find your name and number"
"So woman to woman, I don't think it's being
Any more than fair to call you and let you know where I'm coming from
Now Barbara, I don't know how you're gonna take this
But whether you be cool or come out of a bag on me"
"You see it doesn't really make any difference
But it's only fair that I let you know that
The man you're in love with he's mine
From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet"
"The bed he sleeps in and every piece of food he eats
You see I make it possible
The clothes on his back, ha ha, I buy them
The car he drives, I pay the note every month"
"So I'm telling you these things to let you know
How much I love this man
And woman to woman I think you'll understand
Just how much I'll do to keep him"
We gotta let the girls know what they gotta do for us!
It's gotten to be a drag, man; a man can't do nothin' no more!
A-ha-ha-ha-ha!
But my body is tellin' me yeahhhhessss......
I'm a hard working mannnn, I'm doing the best I cannnn
The whole Time I'm Working, you're LOVIN another MAN,
I Bought You A New Dress, Ya Said You Needed Shoes,
I gave you money to buy food for the kids, You Spent it all
On Booze.
You're a no good woman, you're a no good woman,
gonna drive me to my grave.....gonna drive me to my graaaave.
Ain't gonn be you Big Black, Aint' gonn be your Big Black Funky
Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeeee.
I came home this evening dead on my feet
You got me working 2 jobs, tryin to make ends meet.
I'm hungry as a bear, and you ain't got nuttin to eat.
And Now you want me to baby sit, while you run the street.
You're a no good woman, you're a no good woman,
Ain't gonn be you Big Black, Aint' gonn be your Big Black
Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeeee.
Ain't gonna be yo Slaaaave.
(one of the best drum breaks ever)
Ain't gonn take care of you and Geordie too
Ain't gonn take care of you and Geordie too
Ain't gonna take care of you and Geordie too
Ain't gonna take care of you and Geordie too
to me, this song was always: GAME OVER.